Tinder love

When I first saw him, I wasn't quite sure if he was the boy I saw in the pictures. He was wearing a white shirt and he looked so relaxed. I stared at him a bit, just slowly admiring his moves and his face. He wasn't bad at all. He was tall. Just enough to make me stand on tiptoe if I ever got to kiss him. He was wearing shorts. So typically european in the summer. After watching him for a few more minutes, I've decided it wasn't who I was looking for and I thought the best choice was to just leave. It didn't take much time for me to hear someone randomly yelling my name "Brenda", though. I turned around to see him, the boy I was staring at minutes ago. Or in this case, Nate, the guy I met on Tinder. He smiled at me. It was a good smile. I could instantaneously feel comfortable and happy. I didn't feel like he wanted something from me. He was also really good at keeping a conversation. I didn't need to constantly create a subject to avoid an uncomfortable silence. I hate being silent with someone I just met. He told me he was Dutch. I told him I was brazilian and I was just studying in Portugal. He told me he was in Porto visiting a friend he met when he was doing Erasmus in Poland.  He asked me to show him a bit of the city. Almost like a tour guide. It was rainy that day. He mentioned we should do something indoors, like a restaurant. But I really wanted to show him my favorite spots in the city and none of them were indoor. I took him to Ribeira, a beautiful area close to the river with great restaurants. It was a typical Porto day. Cloudy and rainy. He asked if I was hungry and when I said yes, we chose to sit down in the first restaurant we found it. There were a lot of empty tables and in the back, we could see the cute little houses that are so common in the Portuguese architecture. He ordered a beer and then asked me what would be the best food we could get. In the end, we just got french fries and bolinhos de bacalhau, a delicious Portuguese snack.  It was a different date. We have talked about all possible (and random) subjects for a first interaction. We talked about politics - totally necessary to understand someone's political opinion before you get intimate - and about his master's thesis - apparently Brazil and favelas were involved, but I certainly didn't completely understand what he was saying. After we finished eating, Nate and I started walking in the direction of Gaia. Both of us were under my umbrella, close enough to feel our skins touching. It felt good. It had been a long time since I felt that kind of physical contact and I missed it badly. I could almost feel my hormones walking up after a long nap. While we were cruising the bridge Dom Luis, we tried - and failed - to admire the gorgeous river and landscape just in front of us, however the wind was so strong that it almost broke my umbrella and made us all wet from the rain. My glasses got all blurry and I could barely see anything and suddenly the rain was gone. I put the umbrella back on my purse and Nate slid his hands over my waist, slowly going down until he reached my pants pocket, where they rested during the whole way. Continuing our tour, I thought it would be nice to take Nate to see the "Monsteiro da Serra do Pilar". It was a really high area where you could see the whole city from up there. It was gorgeous. We took a few minutes to climb up and I almost died of dehydration in the way. Definitely not a sports woman. Nate looked annoyingly well. His hair was great and he was barely sweating. I couldn't say the same about myself. When we were finally up there, we stood together close to the edge, admiring our view. He was behind me and I could feel his breath close to my neck and his chest coming closer to my back. We did look at each other for a second and it seemed the perfect moment to kiss but that didn't happen, we just smiled at each other and it felt good enough.  — You know...I think it was destiny us meeting.   — Why do you say that, Nate?  I said that with a confused smile.  — Cause literally until yesterday my age limit on Tinder was over 22. I actually wasn't comfortable enough with the idea with meeting you cause you're 20 and you know, I am 27. In a few years from now that may not matter that much, but right now it feels a bit weird.  — Actually, funny thing. Didn't I mention I am actually 19? So sorry! Tinder made a mistake.  He was definitely surprised but he laughed a bit.  — Well, damn. 19. I could see he was clearly a bit uncomfortable with the fact I was 8 years younger, however our conversation went into a much smoother path after that. We talked about the city and I taught him some words in Portuguese. Everything was okay again.  After sometime there, we went down again and sit on the grass at this place called Jardim do Morro. It started to rain again. Now a bit stronger than before, what it made me cold. The weather was terrible. Super windy but for some reason, we just didn't want to leave there. He was holding my umbrella again and when he noticed I was shivering a bit he grabbed me harder. I rested my face on his shoulders so I could feel even more protected. Nothing around us matter cause we were connected at that moment.  I looked into his eyes and I felt so much intensity but at the same time, we were both so relax. His hands were massaging my body and I couldn't feel any better. At that point, I just let my body do what it wanted for a while now: I kissed him. In the beginning it was pretty slow. Our lips were just getting to know each other. Feeling each other's skin. I could taste his saliva and I liked it. His tongue persecuted through my mouth in a majestic way. It wasn't fast, it wasn't slow either, it was just perfect. Our tongues worked so well together, it made me want more and more. I put my hands on his neck and I grabbed his hair a bit. He also accelerated his moves. I could feel his anxious hands - but super professional - trying to touch every part of my body. Things were getting a little bit more heated than it should in a public garden but I didn't really care. Nate, did, tho. He smiled at me and started breathing correctly again.  — I really like being here with you. Even though the weather isn't helping, it feels a bit cinematographic. The gray sky and all.  He smirked and I smiled looking down.  — I like being with you too. You're really good with your hands.  — Oh really? You haven't even seen it all! You're gonna get crazy, girl.